That's right. I could be enjoying one of my favorite things at the moment, sleep, but I'm not. I'm sitting here typing and watching the sun rise. AGAIN. I'm not worried about anything, yet I cannot seem to shut my mind off. (Thinking and worrying are not the same thing to me.) I went to bed at 1:30 this morning and was up by 5:30. That just isn't healthy.
My problem is I think too much. I'm constantly going over new ideas in my head. I keep wondering if there is something more I can do to promote my books. I think I ate too much salad dressing last night. I wonder if sleeping without a bra just this once will make my breasts sag. Then it jumps back to my books. Do people really enjoy what I write just because I do? I'm a reader too, do I count? I write because I cannot imagine not writing. It's simply who I am, it's what I do. Am I wasting my time? WAS that salad dressing too much? Should I be on meds? LOL Why didn't the sleeping pill work and why can't I rest?!